[football] this god

"I am delighted to announce that my eldest son, my beloved Chris, has come to live with us," Cristiano wrote on the Facebook page announcing the news of Chris' birth. "I hope that those who love me Love him as much as I love me, and hope that those who hate me will hate me more and not blame or hate him. It is true that someone will ask me about the identity of his biological mother, but I also have to declare that I am not obliged to introduce his mother and I don’t want to introduce myself to anyone. I just want to introduce him in person – my light, my source of happiness and joy, Cristiano Ronaldo dos Santos.”

——Although Cristiano was disappointed to "again" lose to Spain, this did not affect his desire to go to the United States to see Chris immediately——After a brief summary meeting with his teammates from the Portuguese national team, he decided to I quickly jumped on the plane and rushed to the United States to see the children.

Therefore, after announcing the news of Chris's birth, he had time to watch the World Cup knockout match between Germany and Argentina with Chris in his arms.

This is probably one of the few times they watched Messi's game together calmly - of course, even if Chris is not calm now, Cristiano doesn't know.

In fact, Cristiano pretended that Chris was calm and happy.

——"What are you looking at, Chris? Don't always play on the iPad, it's not good for your eyes." When Cristiano came back upstairs from the underground swimming pool to prepare for dinner, he reminded Chris, who was lying on the sofa and watching the screen. Reese.

Chris snorted, "I'm watching Mr. Macy's collection."

Cristiano froze for a moment, then paused, "Sorry, what?"

"I'm watching Mr. Macy's collection." Chris repeated his own words—either he didn't think there was anything wrong with what he said, or he didn't want to hide and deceive his father even if he felt bad.

Cristiano frowned, "Which Messi?"

Chris hesitated, looking unsure if he should answer the question, since his father didn't seem very happy.But he hesitated for a moment before speaking, "Messi from Barcelona, ​​dad."

Cristiano pulled a stiff smile from the corner of his mouth, "Give me a reason, Chris, give me a reason."—He had to admit that he didn't like the idea of ​​his son watching Messi's highlights at all. It made him feel terrible for a moment, after all, he was not particularly able to see Messi well at the time.

"I just want to see what other people think of Messi." Chris realized that his father was really angry, and he glanced at Cristiano a little nervously, and then quickly looked down, "They all said He's your enemy, Dad, and I want to know what your enemy is like."

Cristiano realizes that his son has indeed grown up, that he has begun to be exposed to the outside world to such an extent, that he has begun to understand him from other people's mouths, "He is not my enemy, he just doesn't matter. Chris, turn off the video and go eat." ——Cristiano began to realize that Chris was not to blame for this incident, so he deliberately changed the subject.

But children are stubborn.

"But Dad, everyone says that, and so do my classmates—they say you hate him. I want to know why you hate him, that's why I watch his compilations. Didn't you say that? It's best to know a person The best way is to watch him play football." Chris said.

Cristiano was stunned again.

It was a while before Cristiano said, "I don't hate him, Chris, I don't have any enemies - we don't know each other very well at all, we're just 'nodding friends'. "

Chris looked down at his toes.

"You don't have to be curious..." Cristiano realized that this was a silly statement halfway through his speech. He should know that every child will be curious about their parents' work and achievements when they grow up to a certain stage, " Well, you can be curious, but... Anyway, this Barcelona guy doesn't matter at all. So now, Chris, put down the iPad and wash your hands and get ready to eat."

Chris whispered yes, and then went to wash his hands.

But when Chris was uncharacteristically concentrating on grilling the rice without saying a word at dinner, Cristiano knew that his son was not persuaded-it was strange, this child was obviously much gentler and considerate than he was when he was a child, but he always Showed exactly the same stubborn stubbornness as him.

Cristiano sighed, "Well, you can ask me about Messi, but only this time, not as an example."

Chris looked up cheerfully and started asking questions.

The question-and-answer session lasted for more than an hour. If it wasn’t for this question-and-answer event, Cristiano didn’t even realize that he knew Messi so well—but on the other hand, Cristiano was so curious about Messi because of Chris, It even seems to be jealous of his father who cares more than curiosity.

"You don't even care about me that much," Cristiano said enviously. "It's not fair. It's not fair!"

Chris gave Cristiano a look of "You are here again" and "Why are you so naive".

Cristiano became even angrier. He lowered his head and picked up the cold steak and started a cold war with Chris.

Chris sighed.

"But don't I care about you because I care about him, Dad?" Chris slid out of the chair, ran to Cristiano's side, and put his little hand on his father's arm, comforting him.

Cristiano refused to be fooled, he snorted, turned his back to Chris, folded his arms and continued to be angry.

Chris' eyebrows drooped, "Isn't your enemy your opposite? I want to know what your opposite is like, so I can know who you are. Dad, I just want to know you , I love you."

Cristiano thinks this is unreasonable, after all, the real world is not a fairy tale, there is no absolute distinction between black and white, and reversed human settings, "childish thinking."

"But I'm not five yet," Chris retorted to his father.

Cristiano was choked. He turned his head and looked down at the innocent Chris, scratched his chin, and let out an oh.

Chris sighed again, went back to his seat, climbed up, then looked at Cristiano with his feet dangling and said, "Dad, don't be so childish."

Humph.

Cristiano is unhappy again.

But this time Chris ignored him, and after a quick meal, Chris went back upstairs to his room to paint - there was a cute new girl in his class, and he wanted to paint a picture Give it to her, just like what the hero did to the heroine in the movie my father watched two days ago.

Cristiano was left out, and he was angry again.

And the result of Cristiano's anger is that the next time he sees Messi in Zurich, he insists on pulling Chris to see Messi and telling Messi that Chris asked him-he doesn't know what it means, But he's going to do it!He doesn't care!He wants it!

"That's why I keep saying you're naive, Dad." Many years later, one day after Chris had made his top-flight debut, he played cards on his iPad while responding to his father's memories of the past.

Cristiano snorted.

Chris looked up at Dad with a wise look, then quickly lowered his head to play cards, "Okay Dad, come on, it's all the past-to be honest, I was just Just curious, you know, I just want to know you through your "enemies", I'm curious about you. "

Cristiano was unhappy sitting cross-legged on the sofa.

"Okay Dad, I love you, you know it." Chris sighed, and put the iPad aside, "And Mr. Macy... didn't you say it at the retirement ceremony yourself? Between you All the "problems" are created by other people, and there is no "problem" between you - after all, you are not familiar with each other. "

"You missed the point," Cristiano said aggrievedly.

Chris' mouth twitched, "What's the point?"

"The point is, people thought you were his fan since then! It hurt my feelings." Cristiano was preoccupied - Chris gave a stiff smile, "well, I apologize, although I think that It's because you actually pulled me to Mr. Macy in Zurich and said "Hey, you know what, my son follows you"..."

Cristiano snorted and pretended to have amnesia.

"But Dad, there's one thing I've never quite understood," Chris said. "Dad, why did you tell me about Mr. Macy when you didn't like it? You don't have to, after all, I'm I really want to hear the story, but in the end I might listen to you and give up on this.”

Cristiano didn't answer at the time because he wasn't sure why.

——"I think, it's probably because I also know that he is indeed my antonym, and it is indeed a good way for others to understand me." Cristiano smacked his lips softly on his arms and continued to sleep Little Chris said so.

"Chris, you can learn about myself with me from now on." Cristiano said, kissing Chris' forehead.

The author has something to say: Chris is not born again